I love Corey Part one, Chapter 2

We just stayed kneeling there for a while with our arms around each other not saying anything. Corey finally sighed and said he better get the laundry started. I said that sounded like a good idea. As he started to get up he noticed my hard-on for the first time. He started to blush and looked into my eyes and shyly asked “May I suck it like you did mine?” I didn’t quite know what to say. I mean here I am with a raging hard-on, still on my knees looking into the eyes of a young man I have just told I love. I’m still in shock over realizing that officially I have molested a child and the child wants to continue it. He continued “Sometimes the men mom brings home make me suck them. A couple of them have said I do a good job.” Rather then answer I instead asked “Did you enjoy it?” There was a pause before he answered. “The first couple of times I hated it. Then one of the men talked to me and was patient He smelled good and wasn’t as rough as the first ones. I really enjoyed making him happy. He left before mom came to and he gave me twenty bucks. When mom came to she took the twenty dollars.” He paused again, “I guess after that I enjoyed it. Some of the men I didn’t like but I liked the taste.” I still wasn’t ready to answer. It was all happening to fast and I still hadn’t come to terms with what was happening. “Lets get the laundry started and we’ll see” I said. I hoped that while we were picking up stuff I would be able to figure out what to do. I helped Corey pull his shorts and pants up and then tucked my still hard cock back in mine and we went out and started picking stuff up. Making a little joke I said “Well there’s one jock strap we won’t have to pick up.” He looked at me blankly and I said “The one hanging around your neck. He blushed again and took it off. 

I took as much time as I could with the laundry. It didn’t help a bit. I still was undecided. I mean I know what I wanted to do. Every fiber of my being wanted to say yes. My mind kept saying if you do your throwing your life away. I thought maybe I should just kill him but knew I couldn’t do it. Maybe I ought to kill myself? I knew I couldn’t do that either. After we got the washers going we walked back to my office. I dug out a couple of Cokes and we sat down. Decision time was here.

“Corey” I said starting out. “There’s a major problem. You’re a minor and one of my students.” He interrupted me saying” I know. If anybody ever finds out you could go to prison.” He paused and then continued “I wouldn’t say anything.” Another pause, “I’d lie and tell them nothing ever happened.” I was looking straight into those blue eyes and his voice had taken on a different quality. It was still soft but the way he said it I knew deep down that he meant it. How do you know when somebody says something you can depend on it? I can’t really tell you but I know it when I hear it. I didn’t know him very well but just knew I could depend on what he had just said. 

About that time we heard the door to the locker room open. Corey jerked his head around like he had been shot. “Relax, it’s just Vern” It was apparent that Corey had forgotten about the janitor. Vern stuck his head in the door. “Still here coach?” he asked. “Ya, Corey and I were just going over tomorrows practice” I answered. “boy that was a good game last week. Didn’t think they were going to pull it out.” “Ya,” I said, “They done good.” Vern laughed. “For a college grad you sometimes use poor English. You’d better watch out Corey. He’ll teach you bad habits. I’m still trying to get my kids out from under his influence.” Vern and I are good friends (just friends, nothing more). I had his youngest son in my class the first year I was here and we got along great. He looked at me and said, “Get out of here and let me get my work done.”

“Okay Vern, we’ll let you have at it” 

I grabbed Corey’s progress forms on the team off the desk and we went out into the locker room. We sat down on one of the benches and started going over the team. About ten minutes later Vern came out of the office and started on the locker room so we went back in. He finished up just about the time the washers were done with the laundry and saying good night he left. I could see Corey start to relax. “God, if he’d come in while I was in the locker room I don’t know what I would have done” Corey said. I laughed. “Vern has two sons and was young once so he probably would have told you to find somewhere else to beat your meat. He’s a pretty cool head.” I got the rest of my stuff ready to go home and said “Let’s throw the wash in the dryers and leave. I’ll drive you home.” “You don’t have too. I can walk. Besides, I need to exercise my leg.” “I can show you some physical therapy exercises” was my answer. As we were getting into my Ranger Super Cab I asked him where he lived. He gave me an address. “Christ, that’s only about a block and a half from my house. It’s not even out of my way.” “I didn’t know you lived so close” he said. As we pulled out of the parking lot he reached in his pocket and pulled out some money. “Could you stop at the store so I could get something for dinner?” he asked. While he had tried to conceal the amount of money in his hand, I had noticed it was only a one dollar bill and a little change.

“Sure” I said. 

We stopped at the local mini mart and as he was about to get out I said “Wait a minute Corey. We need to talk. He turned and faced me. Looking straight into his eyes I said “Corey, I give you my promise. I will never lie to you. Will you do the same for me?” His answer was an immediate “Yes.” “What are you going to buy for dinner with a buck?” He looked down and said “A loaf for bread.” God, this was worse then I had begun to suspect. “Will your mother be home when we get there?” I asked. “No, she leaves for work about five.” “Do you have some place to stay while she is gone?” “No.”

Thinking about that a few seconds I said “Close the door. You can have dinner with me.”

We drove to my house and walked in. Corey’s eyes got big when he looked around. “This is all yours? He asked. While it’s a nice house and I had plenty of money to fix it up, I didn’t think it was that great. His eyes darted around taking in the projection TV with the Playstation and the stereo. I told him to make himself at home and walked into the kitchen. I started digging out stuff to fix dinner. One of the things I like is good food so that forced me to become a fair cook. As I was fixing dinner I could hear the TV was on. When dinner was ready I called him in. He asked where he could wash up so I showed him the bathroom and after washing he came in to eat dinner. When he sat down and looked at what I had prepared his eyes got as big as saucers. “You didn’t have to fix such a nice dinner for me.” I smiled and said that I hadn’t, that I had just fixed it for me and made it a little bigger. So there we sat, eating a steak, a twice baked potato fixed with pimiento and green onions which I always kept a supply of in the freezer, a tossed green salad and corn on the cob. I swear I didn’t think a kid that size could eat that much. When he finished I asked him if he would like some desert. He just shook his head no.

Now ever since Vern had come in I had still been trying to decide what to do about Corey’s request to suck me. At least my hard-on had gone down and I was more relaxed but I knew I was going to have to make a decision. Still the same old problem, I wanted it in the worst way and yet was afraid. Corey didn’t let me have any more time to think about it. “Well, are you going to let me suck you?” he asked. When I looked into his face I knew I was going to give in. I couldn’t resist him.

“Corey, if I do we will have to not only keep it a secret but will have to act like we did before so no one will ever think we are more then teacher and student.” He looked puzzled. “There are a lot of evil minded people who have nothing better to do then to try and tear people down.” He nodded when I said that. I went on “ When you screw up in school I’ll have to chew you out, we can’t talk much in school, in other words at any time we are where anyone can see us we have to act just like we did last week.” He seemed lost in thought for a few seconds then said he could do that but could I? All of a sudden I realized he was a lot more mature then I had thought. I guess the school of hard knocks makes you grow up quick. Thinking about it I answered yes. I told him I had kept my bi-gay side a secret for quite a few years and doubted that this would be that much harder. “Well, let’s get started” was his reply.